Thinking of He Qianhui getting into the water, the scene must be like a lotus flower emerging from the water.
To be able to be with her, Zhang Hao specifically chose a pair of more expensive swim trunks.
Once he confirmed they were his size, he tossed them into the shopping cart.
Heading to the checkout, the cart was almost bursting at the seams.
But among the items in the cart, only a few were Zhang Hao's; the rest all belonged to He Qianhui.
Everything was ready, now he just waited for the vacation to arrive.
Before that, Zhang Hao had no rest for any single day, commuting daily between two points: either the hospital or home.
Finally, on the day before the holiday, Zhang Hao sat in the department, watching the time tick slowly by.
As soon as it was time to finish work, Zhang Hao grabbed his bag and headed out.
His consulting desk was only three to five meters from the door.
However, as soon as he stepped out, he was stopped by the head of surgery.
